Ted Hartwell
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After my first voyage I joined yet another
Liberty ship of the same line, sailing mostly to and from Manchester to such
Caribbean places as Cuba, Barbados, Curacao, Colombia and Venezuela. Then on
through the Panama Canal and up the west coast of the USA and Canada, visiting
San Pedro (Los Angeles), San Francisco, Portland, New Westminster, Vancouver and
Vancouver Island. On one occasion, we sailed 50 miles up the Sacramento River to
a place called Stockton, passing on the way a huge fleet of mothballed Liberty
and Victory ships.
My final voyage took me eastward again, through the Suez Canal and down to
Australia, taking racehorses as deck cargo. Then we loaded, amongst other
things, lead ingots at Port Pirie. Then it was back towards home via Suez again
and on into the Black Sea to Odessa before finally arriving home in London. On
this last voyage, one of our crew had been paid off and sent to hospital in
Australia, suffering from TB. Because of my having had TB as a child the Captain
told me I had joined the Merchant Navy under false pretences (I told him I was
never asked!) and that I would never be allowed to sail again, so that was the
end of my seagoing career.
Having returned from Australia on my last trip, and having met some adoptive
relatives and friends there, I wanted to emigrate there. Unfortunately, because
National Service was then in force, I couldn't just up and go. As I was living
in York at the time and York being a garrison town, I volunteered to join the
REME, to learn a trade, a new three-year enlistment scheme having just been
introduced. I went for a medical but was rejected in no uncertain terms. Despite
this, I still had to undergo another medical for National Service (my being in
the Merchant Navy didn't count), and again I was unceremoniously rejected. For a
short period I was on the Dole, did some potato picking, worked for a firm of
landscape gardeners laying out new gardens for those who could afford it in the
Hull and Leeds areas, and finally being employed by York Corporation Parks
Department. Very shortly after joining them I fell ill, and was diagnosed as
having TB again, this time in my lungs, and was told I would be laid up for at
least 18 months!
However, the next four and a half years were then spent incarcerated in two
Sanatoria, undergoing major surgery and countless courses of drug treatment,
none of which seemed to work and during the course of which I nearly died, my
family being sent for. However, I did somehow pull through and eventually went
home to my adoptive parents. I then had to spend a year convalescing before
being told I ought to start work again. This is where yet another twist in my
life occurred.
During the last couple of years in the second Sanatorium one of the nurses
brought me a radio hobby magazine to read. I expressed a great deal of
disinterest in it at the time, but she pointed out that one could build a small
radio set for œ5.19s.6d and that she would like one for her Nurses Home room. I
said I would have a go provided she bought the tools and then let me keep them,
and that she would have to get permission from both the ward Sister and Matron,
as I would be flicking solder all over my counterpane! I not only made that
first radio but several others, including more complicated ones for visitors.
Having witnessed me doing this every day, Matron arranged for me to see the
Almoner (Social Worker) who then arranged a correspondence course for me,
through the British Council, with EMI Institutes, in basic maths and physics and
radio engineering.
So, when told I ought to start work again, I applied to my local education
authority for a grant to study formally. They turned me down flat, as I was now
26 and had little formal schooling. However, my adoptive mother had been a
headmistress early in life and wasn't one to take "No" for an answer! She told
me to take all my marked correspondence course papers along to the LEA and ask
to see the top man. This I duly did, and I must have made some sort of
impression on him because he arranged for me to study at college for three
years. This I did, in Hull and at Southampton, gaining qualifications and
letters after my name. Now I had to find job, at 29 and with no experience!
Only three firms were willing to offer me a job, Decca Radar in Surrey, Marconi
at Chelmsford and Redifon Flight Simulators in Crawley. The latter two offered
me jobs but I chose Crawley for three reasons: first, I would be returning to my
birth county Sussex; second, my twin sister was married and living near
Tunbridge Wells; and thirdly, because the Crawley job entitled me to a flat,
Crawley then being a 'new town' and was doing all it could to encourage skilled
workers into the area, so Crawley it was. I spent four years at a firm called
Redifon designing electronic parts for flight simulators. However, I realised I
wasn't suited to this work, and when in 1963 the BBC started a recruitment drive
for Graduate Engineers to staff BBC2 when it opened in 1964, I went along for an
interview and was accepted. I worked at BBC Television Centre in Shepherds Bush
for 20 years as an engineer in the studios, latterly going on on to doing
technical writing. Then at age 53, I applied, and to my great surprise, was
accepted as a technical writer cum sub-editor at the BBC Research Department in
Surrey, where I spent the last eight years of my nearly twenty-nine years with
the Beeb. I retired at the end of 1989 and so have been a 'man of leisure' for
the last twelve years now!
Apart from work, my hobbies over the years have included classical guitar
playing, drama groups, an amateur operatic society and other choirs, organ
playing, being an Adult Literacy Tutor and reading onto tape for the blind.
Unfortunately, bouts of indifferent health have plagued me over recent years,
but now in my early 70s I am still reasonably fit. One thing springs to mind as
I read what I have written, life's a funny old thing and one can never tell what
may be just around the corner!
Ted Hartwell (Summer 2002)
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